I saw something small yet distinct. It was barely noticeable, moving across the gigantic volume of waters having gentle waves. There was a man rowing a small raft, a little far off the shore. He was manually maneuvering the raft around against the invincible power of the sea, against the thumping of the sky. It seemed that he was spreading the fishing net. Though I admired his courage and determination, I wondered the reason. The story.
“That little one can fly! Against the bright blue sky, over the sparkling blue ocean, cutting the oceanic winds, that little creature can fly. Beauty! Magic! Freedom!”
The color of warmness, the Red,
Brings the solace in frost;
Millions of us, lacks it, needs it,
Let us spread the Red around.
Might was born, where was I; Or was just visiting by; She was the beauty, free to fly. #Aara